Simone’s POV
"You really think you can stand there and lie to my face after what you did?"
Fraser did not look at me. His boots remained pinned to the floorboards right inside my bedroom door, his posture stiff, the crisp fabric of his sentinel uniform practically vibrating with tension. His eyes were locked on a decorative moulding somewhere over my left shoulder.
"I did not lie, Luna Simone," he said, his voice dropping into that low, flat register he used whenever he felt cornered. "I simply withheld details that did not pertain to the security of the pack."
"My mother threatened to hang your head from the southern gate if you kept secrets for me." I stepped away from my vanity, the smooth pink silk of my nightdress sliding against my thighs. I left the box of shattered pearls sitti
